Sunday, May 24, 2015

The Boy

"Joey, could you kill that for me?" I say.

I gesture with my elbow to a gangly-legged spider on the sill. Betsy in arms, she nurses through the jostle. If Joe were a puppy, his ears would be perked straight up. He furrows his brow, zeros in on the spider.

"Yeah," he says. Two strides to the window, one bear-ish swipe, and he smooshes the arachnid. "Did it," he says. He pinches up the leggy remains. "Gonna throw it away," he says.

"Thanks, Joe." He's half way to the kitchen, stalled out studying the black crumple. I call after him. "You are brave," I say. He frowns, looks up, cocks his puppy head.

"'AM," he says, the monosyllable a boulder clunking from his mouth. With the seriousness of a knighting we nod.

"Yeah," I say, but really I'm just keeping time to the synchronous nodding between. "Yup," I say. That masculine matrix resounding, I memorize that face, courage unfettered.

About Me

Us plus seven now. Family of nine.
Momma always said, "Make your own fun." I guess this is what she meant.
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Cheers! ~Bethany ~
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Our Vision

We are an outpost of the Kingdom of God. We want to build a loving, warn, stable family into which the world may come when invited, on our terms, so that our children may learn to recognize evil and minister to hurting people of this world with compassion, and become equipped to answer the enemies of God in the gate of the city when they become adults.